“Yeah, but this the first time I’ve seen you chase a bi-… a girl. You was begging like a nigga outside the gas station.”
“It’s called being persistent. When the last time you had a girl? Exactly! Stay in yo lane lil nigga.”
“I ain’t trying to hear all that. Make sure you talk to her and get to know her. Don’t be trying to get her in the bed acting thirsty.” He had me fucked up.
“Mannn, I’m gone get that ass, but we can talk first.” We both fell out laughing as I tried my best to design the rose petals in the shape of a heart. “You think this too much?” I hit facetime for him to see what I was doing, and as soon as I saw his face I knew it wasn’t the move. He fell out laughing hard as fuck.
“You gone scare the girl off. She is married and you over there trying to profess yo love through fake flowers and a hotel bed.” Not responding, I hung up in his face. When he called back, I didn’t answer. Hearing a knock at the door, I thought about what he said and swooshed my hand through them making sure to mess up the design.
Walking to the door, I opened it and she looked like somebody was trying to smuggle her ass out the country. Shorty ma had on a big ass jacket, a scarf covering damn near her entire face and some big ass glasses. Shaking my head, I moved out the way and let her in. She looked around the room as she removed her disguise and with each layer that came off, I was impressed.
This was the first time I’ve seen Blaise dressed down since college. She had on some joggers that was damn near bursting at the seams, a fitted t-shirt that showed off her fupa, and some Yeezy foams. No makeup lined her face, and her natural state was beautiful as fuck.
“I love this look on you.” Blaise got nervous and seemed to be self conscience the way she began shifting from one foot to the other.
“Please, I look a mess. I couldn’t put my shapewear and clothes on because Garrett was home. He would have been trying to figure out where I was going.” Grabbing her to me, I placed my lips on hers. First softly, then aggressively. Grabbing her hand, I placed it on my dick.
“If you looked a mess my mans wouldn’t be fighting for his life right now. I don’t know what that fuck nigga let you do, butdon’t ever dismiss yourself like that in front of me.” She fell out laughing hard.
“Oh, baby please. Ain’t shit insecure about me. I’m just saying I didn’t try to get cute or put that shit on. Meaning my clothes.”
“I wouldn’t care if you meant a girdle and an old ass lace bra, if I said you look good then that’s what it is.”
“Yes, sir. Now, where’s the food? I don’t smell anything.”
“I wanted to wait until you got here.” She looked at me horrified.
“It’s gone take them about an hour to bring it up. I’m starving and running off fumes.”
“It might take you commoners that long to get your food, but yo nigga something like a celebrity. They move when I say move. You feel me?” She fake rolled her eyes before walking over to the bed and grabbing a strawberry. She sat on top of the rose petals not giving a fuck about my effort. “Damn, just fuck how a nigga was trying to be romantic, huh?”
“I’m sorry. I’m not used to this, so I don’t really know how to respond.” I wanted to ask her why the fuck she marry that lame, but I didn’t want to set her off.
“Get used to it. Now, what you want to eat shorty ma?”
“A burger with all the fixings, and some cheese fries.” I was shocked, but I shouldn’t have been. Blaise was definitely different, and she wasn’t trying to impress me. Deciding to roll with what she had, I ordered the same.
The food came up fifteen minutes later, and we laughed, ate, and got drunk for over an hour. I was tired of being a gentleman and leaned over and kissed her. I could tell for some reason; I still made her nervous. Pulling her on my lap I took her bottom lip in my mouth. When she felt my dick growing under her, she began slowly grinding against me.
“Fuck! Take this shit off. I’m too old to be out here dry humping.” Laughing, she stood up and removed her clothes. Blaise tossed them bitches to the side, and I stared at her for a moment. The last two encounters, I didn’t get the chance to admire her. “Is that pussy clean?” Her face frowned up, but it was a legit question.
“Nigga, I got in the shower. The fuck?”
“Not that kind of clean. I need to make sure you took all them pills shorty ma.”
“It’s been two weeks. It’s clean! I mean, I can put my clothes back on and leave.”
“Or you can come ride my face.” Hearing she was about to get some head, her face expression changed. Her ass got happy as hell and bounced towards the bed. Removing my clothes, I climbed in the bed and waited for her to sit that fat mufucka on my face. She wasted no time, and I didn’t either. Gripping her hips, I began sucking on her clit as she rode my shit.
“Damn, you got some fye ass head.” I ignored her and continued to go to work until she was cumming on my shit. I continued to suck until Blaise couldn’t take it anymore and jumped off.
“Bend over.” I was going to let her ride me, but I wanted to punish that pussy. Doing as I asked, she moaned as she arched her back. Hearing her anticipating a nigga had me on brick.
“Put on a condom, Devin.” Reaching over to the stand, I grabbed one and slid it on my dick. I started to ignore her ass, but I didn’t want her putting me on bone again. Once I was strapped, I slid inside. Feeling how wet she was had a nigga stopping mid stroke, so I didn’t nut.
“Why the fuck you give my pussy away?” She didn’t respond, so I grabbed her hips and slammed into her pussy hard as fuck. I kept trying to rearrange her insides since she wouldn’t respond. “Why the fuck didn’t you wait for me, Brianna.” WhenI said that and called her by her real name, she squirted on my dick out of nowhere. I’ve had a lot of pussy in my day, but I never had one that shot cum out that mufucka.
“Fuckkkkkk!!! This dick so good.” Raising my hand, I brought it down as hard as I could.
